Writings By Vinni

2:30 am.  Night was eerily dark.  I looked out the window expecting to see something.  Nothing.  I am alone in the darkness seething with fury.  I was awakened by an alert on my phone.  It was my best friend telling me to look at the Best Seller’s list right away.  I’m awake now so I turn on the computer to check the list as it had my friend deeply concerned!  I couldn’t believe my eyes!  Once again, my dream turned into a best-selling novel, and I didn’t write it!  The author of this book was my husband!  This is the third book in which he wrote based off MY dreams!  I confided in my husband when the dreams I was having was concerning me.  I even contemplated getting help as some were recurring nightmares.  My husband betrayed me again!  The man I married, whom I thought I could trust, betrayed me.  My privacy was violated.  My trust shattered.  I didn’t have to go far to confront him as he was still sleeping upstairs! 

Questions plagued my mind?  How did he do it?  He was at work all day.  He was never on a computer at home.  Why would he do this to me?  He knew I was writing to evaluate these dreams of mine with the hopes of turning them into a book of short stories.  He’s turning the dreams into best selling novels!  Where were the payments/royalties from these books?  Certainly not in our joint bank accounts!  Where was he stashing the funds?  The more I thought about this, the angrier I got.  No, not angry.  Hurt.  Hurt that he would betray me.  Hurt that he felt he had to hide funds from me.  Hurt that he felt he couldn’t trust me enough to share what he was doing. 

He got up from his chair and went to a drawer and opened it.  He pulled out an envelope.  Before he gave it to me, he calmly explained that he saw me struggling with writing about my dreams.  He used my dreams to create these novels and said that three books was more than enough for what he wanted to accomplish. “I’m sorry.  I never meant to hurt you!  I love you!”  He handed me the envelope and told me to open it.  Inside were airline and cruise tickets.  Confused.  “What is this?”  “I promised you on our wedding night forty years ago that I would take you on your dream vacation.  Just the two of us.  Our children are grown and gone.  Now seems to be the perfect time to surprise you.  We’re going to celebrate our anniversary with this trip.  I love you, Baby!  I wanted to honor that promise I made years ago and to see parts of the world with the love of my life.  My wife!”  Tears filled my eyes as my anger and hurt had subsided.  Shaking, I tried to apologize for my behavior but he wouldn’t hear it.  Instead, he held me in his arms, kissed my head and said that we leave in three weeks for our promised adventure.  Not letting me go, he gave me an extra squeeze.  “I didn’t steal your dreams, Honey.  I merely borrowed them to get our trip planned and paid for to surprise you without touching our household budget.  We get our promised adventure and we never have to worry about finances for there is plenty more waiting for us when we get back.”  I looked up at him.  He looked at me and said “I love you!”